Hey, I offered! You didn't want any! [ Kate gives Claire a faux-betrayed look, and then holds the bottle up in Darcy's general direction. There's plenty of room in the booth for her to help herself to a seat as well. ] It's for sharing, and there's plenty of pie. Is your arm broken?
[ And if they hadn't picked up on it before, it becomes obvious that it's her dominant hand that's busted up, given the awkwardness with which she tips the bottle into her own glass of soda. ] Whoop! No, too much. [ A half shrug. ] Oh well! Guess I'll just be having a party over here.
[ Privately wondering if maybe she should be bartender, Claire watches Darcy serve herself a little dollop of daisy of vodka. Her grip is unsteady and a little wobbly, but she manages. She manages more than Claire had anticipated, and she feels her eyebrows raise across her forehead at each spill into the cup and a grin spread across her face. ]
Would you like some soda with your vodka? A couple more of those and you'll be goo to go.
Did you say 'goo' or 'good'? [ Kate's brows furrow and then ease as she shakes her head. ] Nevermind, accurate either way.
[ She doesn't seem especially concerned about Darcy's drinking, though she does sneak a glance out the corner of her eye to watch the pour. Or she tries, but it turns out that looking out the corner of her eye hurts, because even mild concussions really suck. So she ends up closing her eyes hard for a second and then just turning her head. ]
So, umm. [ She gestures with her fork, but can't seem to pin down her train of thought. ] Yeah.
Shhh. [ Is all Claire says in response to Kate, reaching for the bottle of vodka and edging it closer to the other girl without question. ] Have some more. Also, I say that we really get on the ball about these club jackets before someone else takes Bad Decision Brigade idea and runs with it before we can.
[ No, but really Darcy, are you okay? The look on Claire's face is basically begging the rest of her to ask the question but she can't actually bring herself to do it, if only because she doesn't want to be the wet mop at the table. She already can't drink. No reason to start acting like a mom, too. ]
Pie is definitely an appropriate response to whatever bullshit we all ran into down there. I actually like to think of it as more of a reward than anything.
Whoa, hey, we're an excellent decisions brigade. We decided on pie. [ Or Kate decided on pie and then browbeat them into it; whatever. ] And pie is never a bad decision. I think we can all agree.
[ She eyes the vodka but leaves it where it is, taking a gulp of her doctored soda before cutting another bite of pie. She looks sidelong at Claire, watches her watching Darcy. ] I suppose if you can't drink you probably can't smoke either, huh? We've got to find something to get that look off your face.
That's definitely true. [ About the pie. Because for real. ] But we can't go around calling ourselves excellent decision makers, or the bar will be set way too high and people will keep expecting great things from us. And that just sounds like work to me.
[ Darcy Lewis, Over-Achiever. ]
Cheer up, Cheerleader. We're alive, and two-thirds of us are drinking vodka. And we all have pie. Everything's going to be fine.
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[ And if they hadn't picked up on it before, it becomes obvious that it's her dominant hand that's busted up, given the awkwardness with which she tips the bottle into her own glass of soda. ] Whoop! No, too much. [ A half shrug. ] Oh well! Guess I'll just be having a party over here.
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Would you like some soda with your vodka? A couple more of those and you'll be goo to go.
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[ She doesn't seem especially concerned about Darcy's drinking, though she does sneak a glance out the corner of her eye to watch the pour. Or she tries, but it turns out that looking out the corner of her eye hurts, because even mild concussions really suck. So she ends up closing her eyes hard for a second and then just turning her head. ]
So, umm. [ She gestures with her fork, but can't seem to pin down her train of thought. ] Yeah.
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I think that pie is the appropriate response to all life's bullshit, for the record. Pie and alcohol. What say you, Bad Decisions Brigade?
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[ No, but really Darcy, are you okay? The look on Claire's face is basically begging the rest of her to ask the question but she can't actually bring herself to do it, if only because she doesn't want to be the wet mop at the table. She already can't drink. No reason to start acting like a mom, too. ]
Pie is definitely an appropriate response to whatever bullshit we all ran into down there. I actually like to think of it as more of a reward than anything.
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[ She eyes the vodka but leaves it where it is, taking a gulp of her doctored soda before cutting another bite of pie. She looks sidelong at Claire, watches her watching Darcy. ] I suppose if you can't drink you probably can't smoke either, huh? We've got to find something to get that look off your face.
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[ Darcy Lewis, Over-Achiever. ]
Cheer up, Cheerleader. We're alive, and two-thirds of us are drinking vodka. And we all have pie. Everything's going to be fine.
[ Haaaaahahahahahaha... ]